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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

A Classy Woman

She grumbled about not being a classy woman- “Ah! Why am I not a classy woman? I want to be one!”

“Classy… You mean women who have class or who are classic (like Melanie Hamilton, a conventional
lady with all mannerisms and good virtue from the classic novel Gone with the wind)? Or are you
talking about the ones who are class-lovers, or who have been put in a
different class by their admirers? Leave that apart. Tell me what will happen by being classy? I mean what is the fun in it?” I looked at her in
dismay unable to understand the meaning behind those said words and inquired further.

“I don’t know. It sounds good to me.”

I started thinking; ‘probably classy means walking with your
chin up, eyes focused, straight body posture, wearing high heels, fine hand
gestures while talking, and maintaining oomph in a group or crowd wherever you
are. Laughing Ha ha ha, thrice with one hand covering your wide open mouth without getting the red lipstick smeared on the hand, and
sadly making condolences on hearing sob stories saying- “oh that is so bad
honey, how did you manage after that!”. Does it mean being a princess from
the movie Princess Diaries? I was still wondering why one would want to
cover herself with plasticity when one is so crude and naïve. Good girls don’t
have real fun, because they are busy being good, isn’t it? We are already good,
and now why do we need to become classy to kill that left over fun we are
entitled to?’ I was pondering curiously.

Still inquisitive about her thoughts I asked her, “Who is
classy around you?”

“Well…ummm”, she was silent and thoughtful!

“So there isn’t any. Huh?”

“Like to the outside world, you are classy!”

“Am I?” I smiled a bit, blushed a little and introspected
for a minute. I cleared my throat from the awkwardness by the unexpected
admiration and continued, “You know how loud I am, and careless in public or moody
or primitive! I bite my nails sometimes, while making my point I get loud and
strong, laugh even louder, I am faraway from fancy nail paints, I do make faces in
public to amuse you not caring about the world around me even a bit- is it the
definition of class for you?”

“Well I know that but it is not apparent to others. You have
a list of admiring population unaware of the rusticity, loud voice, and weird
talks of yours.” She grinned trying to break the magic she created a few seconds
ago!

I smiled looking at her from the corner of my
eyes. I lay down on my bed and covered my face with the quilt to sleep. 'She
has enough
class, she has high standards, and she behaves quite ladylike when in
public,
unlike me. She knows what to talk; she has a good opinion about most of
the things
in her surroundings and I am totally ignorant. While I work and live
only by
feelings, she lives with knowledge and feelings both. Probably we both
admire
things in each other; probably we want the other one to know about our
opinions
on each other. Or to make each other aware of the things we feel we
lack in
order to evolve a bit further. Though somewhere I feel we don’t lack in
anything significant. As I understood classy means somebody who has a class, who is
respected by others and who respects others too. A woman of high morals
and standards!!!'

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You may have a different perspective. What according to you is classy- any views?

13 comments:

Good post . layered narrative with meaning left to reader to interpret. post like these , the one which don't offer a straight ..black and white conclusion are real challenge for user and force them to reexamine their assumptions it make them think . Thanks for writing .

Well .. anyone who can be proud and happy to be herself with seeking approval or being apologetic is classy . Any one who can accept others and respect them for who they are without being judgemental and patronising is classy . Man or Women doesn't matter

I keep discussing this with my wife and we have good, heartily laugh over this almost every time... incidentally this was the topic for evening discussion once again. reading it was almost a Déjà vu !!